August 25, 2019

• dimming

  

   

  love was once thought to be
  a source

  of greatness. perhaps for example,
  it moves you like

  a religious rapture
  of spirit and matter fused.
  true and beautiful

  like an abstract landscape
  you long to hold it..

  often there is a crescent moon
  silvering the wilderness dark

  not enough light to see by, but enough
  for a beauty that is ancient and new,

  straddling humanity's years.

  if we could only behold it, it might last--
  but the world is degenerating
  macularly, kindness is dimming,

  and we are lifting the hem of some final,
  critical, intolerant morning.
  you do remember when i said
  that in the book of lost entries
  nothing is sacred but the crossed out things
  forgotten on the haunted page
  in the unforgiving dark of ink

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